the grapevine wood

when a brilliant blue unfolds into open space chasing views a morning star leads the galaxy through for a sword played with silver cunning chords across the divide from the mouth of creation about benches bound to dry crowding up the scorching levels of disaster reasons why where a falling star grabs the other homes around from flight to fall through metal corrosion layers of a bending torches might just in time we settled up the stones into a calender of events for chance searching beyond what could be inside the canvas tent where the grapevine wood is piled higher than my spoiled chin thousands upon millions gained the insight from a million sins or perchance to reincarnate the dance of where to begin however it's played is relayed through the milky way of songs to death in the ultimate expanse fading from life into a drum decomposed bones could not be found without the trail of crumbs laid down from a drowning mound of existing sculpted news where a brilliant blue unfolds into open space chasing views